A poem by Isabelle Sorrells
There are monsters between you and I.
They creep up from the days of our beginning
And taunt us in hide and seek.
They plague over us in a dense fog,
Reminding us of what games may come
And all the ways we may have to play.
Although these monsters are ours to claim
You and I claim them as hunters –
Swift and mighty,
Together in our battle,
We will be victorious.